This is a song about "Car crews"

That gyal want mi ride har

Who smokin in my car?

Baby, you know who you are

Your music in the car

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

I'm in my other car

You get close but no cigar

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Young money, d-town's all star

My daddy need a new car

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose